A letter to God.
Dear god:
Hello!
First of all, I am very grateful to you for your busy schedule to read my letter,
A letter to god. I am a girl who lives in the dark world. I hope you can give me a little miracle, let me take a look at my mother.
In fact, I was very lucky, can live in my mother's side. Because I can't see, my mother took care of me. In the morning, my mother will take me to enjoy the birds concert; during the day, my mother would tell many interesting stories to me in that sweet voice; in the evening, my mother will take me to the park lawn, lying on the soft grass, feel the sunset. Mom said the grass is blue, I asked my mother what is green, my mother said that green is a vibrant color, so that people want to move up. So I fell in love with the blue, I hope that he is green, let my mother saw me want to move up. God, I would like to see the green, look at the color I want to be, but if you only let me look at the words, please let me look at my mother, even if not see the green is also not related!
I love to sing, because my mother loved singing, mom always sings "Jesus Christ God, please make the world beautiful......" I ask what is God, my mother said that God is a universal God, can achieve all my wishes,
A letter "a letter to God" (
http://www.unjs.com). I would like to see you, but my mother would not let me find you. I asked my mother if I found you, and I could see my mother. Mom said it was. But why don't you let me find you? I don't understand。 To find you, I can see my mother!
Although I can not see, but I can listen to all kinds of voices. At the beginning, I don't know what the sound was made by the mother patiently explained to me: is the wind chimes, the car is the sounds of cicadas in the tree, is called ah...... I asked my mother in a strange way, why are they not the same voice. Mom said that they are not the same voice of the place, and then explain to me how a different. If I could see my mother, I wouldn't have to explain that to me.
I am writing to you secretly, because my mother does not let me mention you, also no longer sing that song. My writing is very slow, so I can't write it again, my mother is going to go home. Finally, I hope you can let me take a look at my mother.
I wish:
Well, smile!
Your child a blind girl